Hey fellow achievement whores, just wanted to express my thanks to TheRecreator, LeafShinobi, Shabobble, and BuckeyeDon for helping me to get 2 new achievements tonight. I had a great time playing! Def, I shall defintely hook up with you later.

Sunday - Rally Point, Winward

Hopes for Tuesday - Death Toll on expert OR ODST Fireflight: Last Exit/Chasm Ten/Alpha Site/Lost PlatoonWednesday - Dead Air on expert OR ODST Audio file locations

Sometime late tonight (maybe even early tomorrow ) I will finish chapter two of my Left 4 Dead fanfic. If you are interested in reading this, let me know and I will post a link for you. I do have a new wordpress account, however, it is only visible to certain people I give permission too, so if you would like to read it, say the word!

And if by chance I can convince my boyfriend to play Left 4 Dead versus tonight, you should join. I won't be under ShotgunEssence though because I don't have gold. I'll be a guest under SEPHIROTHnjz. And I won't be able to talk either, but he'll relay messages to me, so if you join up, just tell him to say hi or something.

Waiting for your Xbox to return home from the shop is like getting a root canal...

BUT - the wait will be totally worth it. Who's up for some Left 4 Dead, Halo 3/Halo 3: ODST, and Army Of Two whenever I get it back in two weeks? (By then I'll even have money to get a 1 month gold subscription - did I ever tell you I am a broke college student?) I will definitely be in the video game mode.

Chapter two of Left 4 Dead will be up tomorrow or Tuesday - right now I'm working on a private WordPress page so I can avoid the troubles of putting it up on the journal in several different parts and so I can edit it correctly. Sorry about that by the way.

Edit: My plans for Xbox live include: Fireflight achievements and remaining few Halo 3 achievements, 6 achievements in Wolverine: Origins to finish off the game completely, Left 4 Dead expert achievements/new DLC achievements, Rockband 2 achievements, Army of Two versus/ranked match achivements and Professional difficulty achievements, the remaining Marvel Ultimate Alliance achievements.

After these are done I plan on renting MVL Ultimate Alliance 2, Call of Duty, F.E.A.R. 2, Gears of War 2, and possibly Castle Crashers. (And yes, I know, you can't "rent" Castle Crashers, but I plan on buying it when I get the money.)

Vanessa was nice and all, but Zoey didnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t know why he was into her. She was impatient, squirrely, and hated video games. Not that she could tell Dale this without admitting she actually liked him, but still, why?

She sighed, leaning against the door frame as she dug in her pocket for her keys. Love was too complicated. Actually, scratch that. Life was too complicated. She turned the handle slowly, her roommate Allison was bound to be asleep. Using her phone as a mini-flashlight, she crept inside quietly, setting her bag on her desk.

Allison was normally in bed by this hour anyway; Zoey was more of a night owl, but envious of her friendÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s ability to wake up at five a.m. and be all cheerful and conscious, a concept she had never been able to grasp.

A strange odor hit her nose and Zoey staggered, nearly gagging as the stench reached her throat. Swallowing hard, she blinked, waiting for her olfactory senses to go numb. It smelled like a combination of sweat, vomit, and rotting meat in her room.

Ã¢â‚¬Å“Zoey?Ã¢â‚¬Â

Wincing, she turned around to see her roommateÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s eyes flutter open. Allison was normally a very pretty girl, having blonde hair, blue eyes, and a shy, but sweet disposition. Tonight her hair was matted and unkempt, her slightly chubby face pale, eyes bloodshot, and voice scratchy and raw.

Ã¢â‚¬Å“I didnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t mean to wake you up, sorry,Ã¢â‚¬Â she whispered. She kicked off her shoes and sat down on the edge of the bed.

Ã¢â‚¬Å“I canÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t sleep very well anyway,Ã¢â‚¬Â Allison replied. Ã¢â‚¬Å“CanÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t stop coughing.Ã¢â‚¬Â At her words, she pressed her hand to her mouth, coughing violently.

Ã¢â‚¬Å“YouÃ¢â‚¬â„¢re not feeling any better?Ã¢â‚¬Â

Ã¢â‚¬Å“No, worse.Ã¢â‚¬Â

Ã¢â‚¬Å“Maybe you should go to the hospital,Ã¢â‚¬Â she suggested.

Ã¢â‚¬Å“No,Ã¢â‚¬Â Allison answered, her tone stronger with disagreement. She then became overwhelmed with another fit of coughing and Zoey cringed at the terrible noises. When she finished, her face was flushed and her breathing heavy. She was wheezing with the effort to simply breathe.

"Are you sure? I donÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t mind driving you,Ã¢â‚¬Â she told her.

Ã¢â‚¬Å“No,Ã¢â‚¬Â she said again. Ã¢â‚¬Å“I have the symptoms of that virus and if I go, theyÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ll lock me up in quarantine.Ã¢â‚¬Â

Zoey understood; if she was in AllisonÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s shoes, there was no doubt in her mind sheÃ¢â‚¬â„¢d feel the same way. Ã¢â‚¬Å“Okay,Ã¢â‚¬Â she said softly.

Ã¢â‚¬Å“More like the entire university.Ã¢â‚¬Â She pulled her shirt over her head and finished changing into her pajamas. Ã¢â‚¬Å“Besides, IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢d rather get it anyway. That way later, IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ll be immune to it.Ã¢â‚¬Â

Allison laughed. Ã¢â‚¬Å“You look at it more positively than I ever would.Ã¢â‚¬Â

Zoey slid into bed, pulling the covers up to her shoulders. Ã¢â‚¬Å“Try and get some sleep. Maybe youÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ll feel better in the morning.Ã¢â‚¬Â

Ã¢â‚¬Å“I hope so.Ã¢â‚¬Â Allison was quiet for an instant before she asked, Ã¢â‚¬Å“No video games or horror movies for you tonight? Are you sure youÃ¢â‚¬â„¢re not feeling sick?Ã¢â‚¬Â

Zoey couldnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t resist a laugh, remembering and regretting her promise to both her mother and Dale. Ã¢â‚¬Å“No, tomorrow everythingÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s going to change.Ã¢â‚¬Â

Ã¢â‚¬Å“You know me. I canÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t resist a twenty-four hour zombicidal marathon,Ã¢â‚¬Â she replied. Ã¢â‚¬Å“The people who put it on are now officially my heroes. All my favorite zombie movies in one day. Plus free food and admission. Who could turn that down?Ã¢â‚¬Â Ã¢â‚¬Å“Someone who should be studying to help her grades.Ã¢â‚¬Â She made a face and turned away. Ã¢â‚¬Å“You sound like my mother.Ã¢â‚¬Â And as much as she hated to admit it, they were both right. Ã¢â‚¬Å“As your tutor, I should,Ã¢â‚¬Â he answered. Ã¢â‚¬Å“She wants me to drop out,Ã¢â‚¬Â she said softly. Ã¢â‚¬Å“Huh.Ã¢â‚¬Â He leaned against the wall, staring at her. Ã¢â‚¬Å“Well, what do you want?Ã¢â‚¬Â Ã¢â‚¬Å“I donÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t really know what I want. IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢m here to get an education, but for what? I donÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t have a clue what I want to do with my life after this. So sometimes it seems pointless to be here. But on the other hand, I like being able to do what I want, when I want. ThatÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s a big plus Ã¢â‚¬" no parental control. I have a lot of time to do stuff except when I get assigned stuff. The homework these professors give is ridiculous.Ã¢â‚¬Â Ã¢â‚¬Å“ThatÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s why itÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s called a school,Ã¢â‚¬Â he teased. Ã¢â‚¬Å“I donÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t know, I think IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢m just distracted.Ã¢â‚¬Â Ã¢â‚¬Å“You, distracted? NoÃ¢â‚¬Â¦All those horror movies wouldnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t distract you from your geometry and French and journalismÃ¢â‚¬Â¦Ã¢â‚¬Â He laughed and lit up a cigarette. Ã¢â‚¬Å“You shouldnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t smoke,Ã¢â‚¬Â she told him, walking again. The spring air was starting to get chilly and she crossed her arms to warm herself up. Ã¢â‚¬Å“Now you sound like my mother.Ã¢â‚¬Â Ã¢â‚¬Å“Your mother is right, so ha,Ã¢â‚¬Â she said, feeling victorious. He exhaled slowly, a white cloud escaping from his lips. Ã¢â‚¬Å“Smoking helps me feel better.Ã¢â‚¬Â Ã¢â‚¬Å“You feel sick?Ã¢â‚¬Â she asked, staring at him. Ã¢â‚¬Å“Just a bit. Probably got something from Vanessa,Ã¢â‚¬Â he said, shrugging it off. He saw her looking and rolled his eyes. Ã¢â‚¬Å“DonÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t give me that look. IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢m not going to get a virus simply because my girlfriend has a cold.Ã¢â‚¬Â Ã¢â‚¬Å“How is Vanessa by the way?Ã¢â‚¬Â Zoey suddenly wondered why she was asking. Ã¢â‚¬Å“I took her to the hospital this morning,Ã¢â‚¬Â he said softly. Ã¢â‚¬Å“Oh, IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢m so sorry Dale.Ã¢â‚¬Â Her words were sincere, although most of the time, she wished that Vanessa didnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t actually exist. She couldnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t deny the sadness in his tone. Ã¢â‚¬Å“Eh, she canÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t stop coughing and her throat hurts. She was coughing up blood earlier.Ã¢â‚¬Â He hid his face into his shoulder as he coughed once. Ã¢â‚¬Å“She didnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t say anything about her tongue though.Ã¢â‚¬Â Ã¢â‚¬Å“Her tongue?Ã¢â‚¬Â She was confused. Ã¢â‚¬Å“My tongue feels like itÃ¢â‚¬â„¢sÃ¢â‚¬Â¦I donÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t knowÃ¢â‚¬Â¦I feel like IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢m always talking like I have a lisp lately, it just feels weird,Ã¢â‚¬Â he replied. Ã¢â‚¬Å“ThatÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s kinda weird,Ã¢â‚¬Â she admitted. Ã¢â‚¬Å“YouÃ¢â‚¬â„¢re weird.Ã¢â‚¬Â She laughed and he asked, Ã¢â‚¬Å“HowÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s your roommate?Ã¢â‚¬Â Ã¢â‚¬Å“Still sick. I havenÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t seen her since this morning but she hasnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t been to any of her classes the past two days. I donÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t blame her.Ã¢â‚¬Â Ã¢â‚¬Å“Why, cause you havenÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t gone to your classes the past few days?Ã¢â‚¬Â Ã¢â‚¬Å“I have too!Ã¢â‚¬Â she insisted, shoving him playfully. He laughed and lost his balance, stumbling over his feet but managing to catch himself just in time. She glanced up to see her dorm, an ominous looking nine-story building in the dark and frowned. As big as her campus was it seemed to take no time at all to get somewhere when she was talking to Dale. She barely got to see him enough. Just on Mondays and Thursdays when he tutored her. Ã¢â‚¬Å“Zoey, do me a favor,Ã¢â‚¬Â he started, shoving his hands in his pocket. Ã¢â‚¬Å“WhatÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s that?Ã¢â‚¬Â Ã¢â‚¬Å“Stay here. Get your grades up,Ã¢â‚¬Â he finished. Ã¢â‚¬Å“I can help you, thatÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s why IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢m your tutor. IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢m also your friend and I would miss you if you dropped.Ã¢â‚¬Â He grabbed her hand and her heart thudded in her chest. But he wasnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t really holding it, he was reaching for her pinky. Ã¢â‚¬Å“Promise me that youÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ll attemptÃ¢â‚¬Â¦just attempt, to do better this semester?Ã¢â‚¬Â She squeezed his pinky around his, nodding. Ã¢â‚¬Å“IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ll try.Ã¢â‚¬Â Ã¢â‚¬Å“Promise youÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ll try,Ã¢â‚¬Â he corrected. Ã¢â‚¬Å“I promise.Ã¢â‚¬Â Ã¢â‚¬Å“Good.Ã¢â‚¬Â He tossed his cigarette butt in the ash tray. Ã¢â‚¬Å“I will hold you to it.Ã¢â‚¬Â He held open the door for her and they walked into her dorm. It was warm inside, the lights in the lobby still bright for late-night students wanting to study or watch on the couches. The front desk had been closed at midnight but there was still a student night-assistant keeping watch. Ã¢â‚¬Å“Whoa, whatÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s going on here?Ã¢â‚¬Â Dale asked. Zoey followed his gaze towards another entrance. The glass doors were propped open and a team of paramedics were pushing a gurney through. A girl wearing an oxygen mask was lying on the makeshift bed, one of her arms flailing at the side. She looked close to death, blood covering her face and ears. The teens watched silently as the E.M.T.Ã¢â‚¬â„¢s quickly hoisted her into the back of an ambulance, all wearing face masks. The lights on top of the truck flashed bright in ZoeyÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s eyes and she looked away, feeling sympathetic for the girl. Ã¢â‚¬Å“This virus stuff really sucks,Ã¢â‚¬Â Dale said, her voice hushed. She didnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t say anything, glancing back at the night assistant who was wearing a face mask herself. Ã¢â‚¬Å“I hope Vanessa will be okay. I hope youÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ll be okay.Ã¢â‚¬Â She turned around to face him again, laying a hand gently on his arm. Ã¢â‚¬Å“Psh,Ã¢â‚¬Â he said. Ã¢â‚¬Å“IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢m a man. You girls are all weak.Ã¢â‚¬Â Laughing, she said, Ã¢â‚¬Å“RightÃ¢â‚¬Â¦.Ã¢â‚¬Â And was about to suggest that they take another walk when he said, Ã¢â‚¬Å“Well, IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢d better get back to my dormÃ¢â‚¬Â¦call and check on Vanessa. You take it easy.Ã¢â‚¬Â Ã¢â‚¬Å“I will.Ã¢â‚¬Â He turned away from her and she walked inside her dorm, hesitating before getting on the elevator. She watched him walk away, lighting up another cigarette. SheÃ¢â‚¬â„¢d met him her first semester here when heÃ¢â‚¬â„¢d spilled coffee all over her notebooks. He ended up buying her new ones because heÃ¢â‚¬â„¢d felt so bad and she never saw him until months later near Christmas break when he was assigned her tutor. Maybe she wasnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t in love, but she was fully crushed out on him. But now he had a girlfriend because sheÃ¢â‚¬â„¢d been too scared to simply ask. She walked out onto her floor as the elevator dinged and the doors opened, remembering her shock when heÃ¢â‚¬â„¢d introduced her to Vanessa. Vanessa was nice and all, bu

This story is meant to describe the story so readers will have no need of past experience playing the game to understand the story. As you will see, it will start a bit earlier than the "intro movie" played when L4D first loads up. It will follow Zoey's point of view up until a certain point, except in specific chapters like chapter three, but those will be explained. When it does switch, you will hear from Louis, then Bill, then Francis. Enjoy - comments/criticism are welcome!Chapter One3 Days After First Initial Infection

Zoey stepped out into the brisk spring air, shoving the last remaining bits of popcorn into her mouth before tossing the tub into a garbage can near the theatre entrance. She pushed past the swarms of post-horror movie crowds, their conversations detailing the gruesome and monstrous scenes of the film theyÃ¢â‚¬â„¢d just watched, Dawn of the Dead. She stifled a laugh as she heard several girls whispering about nightmares and disgusting images while the boys simply relished the idea of blood and gore.

The student film festival had begun three days ago, although it was against the better judgment of the universityÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s programming councils. Zoey had nothing better to do than attend a free show and frankly she thought that the schoolÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s president and other staff members were being too paranoid. They had already enforced anyone showing symptoms of the virus into quarantine, shut down any popular areas and events like the food courts and baseball games, and had formed a new policy that everyone needed to wear face masks. All this hassle over a virus similar to the flu? It was pretty ridiculous if you asked her. She supposed she didnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t mind most of the new rules with the exception of the face mask, but she couldnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t resist going to the film festival.

It was her second semester at Greenville and the only social activity sheÃ¢â‚¬â„¢d done before the festival had caught her attention was attend the Ã¢â‚¬Å“meet-and-greetÃ¢â‚¬Â dance theyÃ¢â‚¬â„¢d held the first week of school. But even then sheÃ¢â‚¬â„¢d left early to go back to her dorm room and finish up the level on the video game sheÃ¢â‚¬â„¢d been playing on. Her idea of fun seemed to differ from that of her fellow classmates.

Zipping up her blue jean jacket, she sipped the remains of her soda, suddenly feeling a vibration in her pocket from her silenced phone. Lifting it to her ear, she sighed internally, saying, Ã¢â‚¬Å“Hi mom.Ã¢â‚¬Â

Ã¢â‚¬Å“Zoey darling, how are you?Ã¢â‚¬Â her mother replied cheerfully. Ã¢â‚¬Å“IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢m doing great.Ã¢â‚¬Â Ã¢â‚¬Å“What are you up to this evening?Ã¢â‚¬Â Zoey placed one finger to her ear to block out the noise from the crowd. Ã¢â‚¬Å“Oh, nothing much. Going to my room to study. Big French test tomorrow.Ã¢â‚¬Â Ã¢â‚¬Å“Oh, good, maybe you can pull those grades up a bit, hmm?Ã¢â‚¬Â She had known all along that this subject couldnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t be avoided; her mother was predictable. Ã¢â‚¬Å“Yes.Ã¢â‚¬Â Ã¢â‚¬Å“You know what will happen if you donÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t,Ã¢â‚¬Â her mother warned. Ã¢â‚¬Å“YouÃ¢â‚¬â„¢re lucky we havenÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t pulled you out already.Ã¢â‚¬Â Ã¢â‚¬Å“Yes mom, I know.Ã¢â‚¬Â It was quieter now that sheÃ¢â‚¬â„¢d walked away from the street crowd and onto the nearly empty sidewalks of her campus. These past three days, everyone was so scared of going outside as if theyÃ¢â‚¬â„¢d drop dead with one breath of fresh air. Ã¢â‚¬Å“Your father says hello, heÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s sitting next to me watching television,Ã¢â‚¬Â she said. Ã¢â‚¬Å“Tell him I said hi.Ã¢â‚¬Â Absentmindedly, she kicked at a rock a few feet away. These conversations always seemed to follow the same structure: lecture, small talk, lecture, lecture, gossip, and finally a farewell. It wasnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t like she had a bad relationship with her parents, it was just that they had completely different interests. She liked horror movies, video games, loud music, and cartoons. Her mother and father liked classical music, Broadway musicals, and hated anything radical or loud. She wasnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t absolutely certain how she became to be so different. Ã¢â‚¬Å“Yes, weÃ¢â‚¬â„¢re both missing you very much,Ã¢â‚¬Â she continued. Ã¢â‚¬Å“You should come home this weekend.Ã¢â‚¬Â Ã¢â‚¬Å“ItÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s a four hour drive mom,Ã¢â‚¬Â Zoey said. Ã¢â‚¬Å“Time shouldnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t matter when it comes to your family. YouÃ¢â‚¬â„¢d know IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢d come get you in a heartbeat if you asked. IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢m worried about you up there by yourself. YouÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ve never been a very cautious person. You walk around late at night by yourself and I bet youÃ¢â‚¬â„¢re not even wearing that facemask.Ã¢â‚¬Â Her mother knew her all too well and Zoey tried hard not to laugh at her motherÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s unnecessary concern. Ã¢â‚¬Å“IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢m fine mom, I promise.Ã¢â‚¬Â She heard her mother hesitate momentarily before she said, Ã¢â‚¬Å“I know, I know, youÃ¢â‚¬â„¢re a big girl now.Ã¢â‚¬Â Zoey rubbed the bridge of her nose, rolling her eyes. It was better to end this now before her mother started talking about her childhood and sheÃ¢â‚¬â„¢d have to deal with her crying over the phone for the next couple hours. Ã¢â‚¬Å“Hey, mom, is there any way that I could call you back tomorrow or something? I should probably get back to studying.Ã¢â‚¬Â Ã¢â‚¬Å“Right, of course,Ã¢â‚¬Â she agreed, sounding cheerful again. Ã¢â‚¬Å“Do well on your test Zoey.Ã¢â‚¬Â Ã¢â‚¬Å“I will,Ã¢â‚¬Â she said, groaning inwardly. Ã¢â‚¬Å“Thanks mom.Ã¢â‚¬Â Ã¢â‚¬Å“Have a good night sweetie.Ã¢â‚¬Â Ã¢â‚¬Å“Goodnight.Ã¢â‚¬Â She clicked her phone shut and slid it back into her pocket. Ã¢â‚¬Å“Screw my lifeÃ¢â‚¬Â¦Ã¢â‚¬Â she muttered, kicking at another rock. Although she had no intention of going back to her dorm to study, she felt guilty at the same time. Her teachers were loading on the homework and sheÃ¢â‚¬â„¢d just gotten a brand new video game. Ã¢â‚¬Å“Somehow the idea that youÃ¢â‚¬â„¢re going to go home to quote on quote, study, seems like some bullshit to me.Ã¢â‚¬Â The voice coming from behind her, Zoey turned around, grinning, and watched as her friend Dale jumped off the concrete wall sheÃ¢â‚¬â„¢d been walking along. Ã¢â‚¬Å“What my mother doesnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t know wonÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t hurt her.Ã¢â‚¬Â Dale was attractive, sporting a Packers football jersey that accented his light blue-green eyes. He was also smart, funny, and everything Zoey wanted but couldnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t have. Ã¢â‚¬Å“I knew youÃ¢â‚¬â„¢d be here,Ã¢â‚¬Â he stated, pointing his finger emphatically at her chest. Ã¢â‚¬Å“You know me. I canÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t resist a twenty-four hour zombicidal marathon,Ã¢â‚¬Â

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Sorry Val, I'm going to have to earn a place in the Uncool Hall of Infamy: I don't have an XBox. Never have. So L4D is right out of my experience, but for seeing other peeps play it on Achievement Hunter or similar games in arcades.

However, non-linear storylining is a big thing in the development of games. If you feel like chucking around some ideas, msg me (to preserve some semblance of confidentiality). What is it, generally, that has inspired you in L4D to think about directing a movie?

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The bet is very exciting - Geoff is REALLY tearing it up and LFTO speculation seems to indicate Geoff winning the bet. I have a spreadsheet tracking his progress and working out elementary forecasts - I think Santa left a big box of NERD under the tree for me this year :)

I'm having a very nice time on the east coast of the North Island, a small city called Napier. My mother lives here. The climate is amazing, the beaches are rubbish and the food is cheap and fresh - Napier is in the Hawkes Bay, one of New Zealand's most well-known fruit, vege and wine growing districts.

Chocolate is evil. Goddam stuff is EVERYWHERE. When I get back to the gym, there's going to be a world of hurt :(

Take a read of the side bet. That's how it works. In order for you to be eligible, you post a comment to that news item. Just copy/paste what's typed below (between the lines), and italicize the top line.

---In reply to Oroboros, #98:

I'll take that action.---

After that, you're up for the bet! If Geoff wins, you give me 20 mod points. If Burnie wins, I give you 20 mod points. It's a sportsperson's bet, so it's not about quibbling. If Geoff, say, pulls out before playing, I'll count that as a loss and give you the points. If Burnie calls the bet off WHILE Geoff is still playing, I count that as a win. Cheating on both sides IS INEVITABLE, that's to be expected. But ultimately, this side bet is judged on whether Geoff gets 9000 gamerscore points on his account within the confirmed period (at the time he confirms). If there are 'extenuating circumstances', then we'll chat and determine a winner.

There must be a winner! On no account can we say "Well, how about we just give each other 10 mod points?": that's mod trading, and forbidden. Nor can we call it a draw, even if Geoff and Burnie do. Someone wins. Someone loses.

Hello! Thanks for asking! I actually had a great series going at one point, but I decided to take it down, because it followed a trend that many other amatuer machinimators were going for. Right now, there is no series, but I mostly just do music videos now. I'm on hold for now though, because I'm supposed to be getting a new laptop and sony vegas for Christmas, and I wanna work out the new youtube widescreen function before I do any video creating!

My favorite Church quote isn't so much a quote as his series of reactions to Tucker's kid. That makes me laugh every time I watch those episodes. Like, "Shut up and you're disgusting." Or "I'm not going to give it a cold, I'm just going to step on its neck and shoot it in the head."